I took yesterday off from work. I called in sleepy. Yes, I said sleepy. I wasn’t sick so couldn’t call in sick. I had no other excuse than that I just wanted to sleep more. So I said “I have no excuse but I wanna go back to bed. I got up and shut the alarm off and slept another hour, forced myself to get out of bed to take the dogs out and my eyelids are still painfully heavy.” And I wasn’t kidding when I said “painfully” because the eyelids really hurt. Since my coworkers know about my sleep deprivation, (and how could they not? I just don’t shut up about it and even if I did, they’d know based on the level of my crankiness and bitchiness) they were very understanding how so very important it was for me to just go back to bed… Well, not really. They’d just rather not have to deal with a grumpy old woman reaching the queen of bitchdom status.

My body is doing a number on me. I went back to bed and slept until Foster, that cute pain in the ass whiny brat started whining around 4pm. That was solid 5 hours of sleep on top of 8 hours of sleep I got the night before and I still had the hardest time getting out of bed. Again this morning, I slept another 15 minutes after shutting off the alarm, and I’ve gulped down 52oz of caffeine by 3pm, and still can’t wake up. Here’s hoping that it’s the signal of the end of sleep deprivation and my body is trying to catch up.